Really short chapter! Next to shortest of this fic, to be precise.
Well, I got my diploma marks back. I passed everything! However, I'm rewriting one because I wasn't too happy with the mark. I've also made the decision of what I'm going to write after this fic is done (don't worry, there's still 15 chapters left). I've been wanting to write a Frozen fanfiction for a while and I finally have a good idea. It just needs more planning.
Some of you probably know that I'm also on Tumblr (though I'm not that active on it) and I met a diehard fan of this fic. She's been making posts of her reactions to various chapters. So far, she's only done previous chapter and the very first one. Check them out because I found them very funny. This is where you can find them: crossovergirl . tumblr .com (forwardslash) tagged/until-the-end (just remove the spaces and add a forward slash where it says so)
Nothing to report except (maybe) some feels, so please enjoy this chapter.
Chapter #26: Seperation
Merida's POV
I felt unusual as I made my way towards the forest. I had decided to go by foot, my mood and predicament not ideal for riding a horse. I needed to think. As I entered the shade of the tall trees, I tugged uncomfortably at the high collar of my dress, the fabric making my skin itchy.
The words of William still sounded clear and threatening in my ears,
All he's after is your title and your money
That could never be true. Hiccup had told me himself that he had never had an interest in a wealthy and privileged life. He found joy in hard work and being honestly rewarded for it. He would never use me,
Do you love this cripple?
In ways that neither William nor his puppets could understand. Hiccup makes me feel alive, he makes me feel beautiful, he makes me feel like I could grow wings, spread them and soar higher than any bird in the sky. He makes me feel… human.
I'll kill him with my own hands!
That threat frightened me the most. I pray that William only said it as a way to scare me into submission. But if he knew me truly, he would know that I do not submit easily. Of course I was scared; how could I not be? But it didn't matter how many threats he made nor how many times he beat me; I refuse to dance to the tune of his dark fiddle.
The rest of my walk was vacant of mental war. As I entered the clearing and looked up, all my fear was washed away. I felt as if I was floating when I saw Hiccup. With a child-like giggle, I ran to him and hugged him.
But my joy vanished when he pushed me away,
"Hiccup? Is everything alright?" I asked as I tried to place a hand on his cheek, only to have it pushed away. Hiccup mumbled something, refusing to look me in the eye, "What?" He looked up, a small line of tears barely visible in his eyes,
"We should stop seeing each other." I felt my joy shatter. No, this couldn't be happening. It couldn't. He couldn't just give this all up. Had it meant nothing to him?
"Why?" I asked. He looked down,
"It's too dangerous. I'm a Viking, you're a Scot. You're people will not take kindly to that." He whispered but I heard the sadness and uncertainty in his voice.
"Hang the people." I huffed, "What they don't know, can never hurt u-"
"You are a princess, Merida!" He screamed. I was stunned to silence and took a step back. Hiccup never yelled. He had always been a quiet man, having his feelings bottled up, not to be revealed until he felt comfortable to do so. But he never, ever, yelled. He was taking deep breaths and his angry stance slouched, his head bend down, "Me?", he whispered, "I'm a crippled blacksmith. What can I possibly give you?" My breathing was heavy as the words sunk in. There was only truth in his words though. Yes, I was a princess and he a blacksmith but he had given me some much. Happiness, friendship, love. He gave me my life. I wanted to cup his cheek. I wanted to brush away the reluctant tears but I settled on placing my hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me,
"Everything William can't." I whispered with a smile. He was silent for a moment and my hope rose exponentially. He sighed and took my hand off of his shoulder.
"That's not good enough." He whispered and he walked past me, towards the forest.
"Hiccup?" I whispered. He continued walking, his head bowed and his back slouched, "Hiccup!" I screamed but it was no use. He continued his walk and disappeared into the shadow of the forest. I stood and waited, hoping he'd come back and take back everything he said. I stood in that spot, knowing I was wishing an impossible wish. I fell to my knees, clutching my heart as it shattered into thousands of irreparable pieces, and gave my tears permission to run down my cheek.
This chapter was originally going to be longer but I decided to split it because the joined chapters just didn't feel right. And I also kinda wanted to leave you guys with a cliffhanger. Next chapter will include that comic relief I was talking about.
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